Seeking to find
reason for living
To call my own
Liken to driftwood
Washed upon the shore of the mind
Gnarled and stripped of days of yore
I see more of what's within
To give more of self
The muse enlists
Things of bliss
I know not where it comes
Put to pasture
I am like driftwood
upon the shore of discovery
Leaving behind pieces of me
in prose and poetry.
